If I could, I’d slide my hand around her waist and graze my fingertips beneath her shirt, very slowly moving higher.I imagine kissing her pretty pink lips, which now have a slight glaze of syrup.
I’ve pretty much done nothing but stare at her and finish my food when I glance at the clock and realize I have to go.I take my dishes over to the sink.
“I’d help with the dishes, but I can’t be late for practice,” I say.“I know Eli and Coop are responsible enough that they help with the dishes without even being asked.”
Blair laughs, covering it by clearing her throat.Coop is already halfway to the sink, carrying the half-empty platter of bacon.
“I’m not done yet!”Eli grumbles.
“Leave it for now,” Blair tells Coop gently.“But thank you for the effort.”
Coop throws his arms around my waist.“See you at practice, Coach.Or Monopoly night.”
I wrap my hand around the back of his head, the tug in my chest back.It makes sense that he thinks of me as a coach, since I help with the skills practice.Hearing it outside the rink makes me feel good in a way I can’t wrap my head around.
“Thanks for saving me from the hotel last night,” I say, looking at Blair.“And thanks for the delicious breakfast.”
“Why were you going to a hotel?”Eli asks.
“I live at a hotel.”
“No way!”Coop cries.“Mom, can he live here?”
Blair bursts out laughing right as I’m checking my phone.There’s a voicemail.I flip my phone open to see who I missed a call from.
Art.My agent.
“I have to hit it, guys.I’ll see you.And Coop, you can’t ask people to move in.”
“You can have Aunt Jules’s room.She’s never here.”
Blair just sighs.I’m sure she’ll have a talk with Coop when I’m gone.
“Bye, guys,” I say as I head out the door between the kitchen and the garage.
Blair meets me there, opening the garage door.Her eyes lock on mine and I try to read what hers are saying.
“Thank you,” I say softly.“For last night and this morning.”
“This is what happens when you share your dessert,” she says lightly.
“I’ll remember that.”
I want to kiss her.Even though I can’t have a relationship because of my contract situation, if her kids weren’t here, I’d kiss her until she had to pull away for air.
“Bye, Magnus.”
“Bye.”
I enjoy a couple more seconds of looking at her before she closes the door.I can’t stop smiling on the walk to the car, which is wild since we didn’t even kiss.
As soon as I start my car, I call Art back, putting the call on speakerphone.
“Morning,” he says, sounding chipper.“I’ve got good news.”
McClain is making me an offer.Fucking finally.
“Hit me,” I say.
